Charm Wife Titipan

47. It turns out to be pretend

A few weeks after Nimas was declared free from a wheelchair, the pregnant woman finally stepped back on her luxurious home-in-law. The woman has been seen to heal her stomach at the age of four months of pregnancy.

The more days, Shaka is made more and more anxious with the body shape of Nimas. The height is not too high it looks pulled down because the stomach looks a little distended.

"What the hell, Mas? Don't laugh, ah" said Nimas, who was walking beside her husband. He is often annoyed lately because Shaka who keeps mocking him shrinking height.

"Yes, yeah. No laugh. You're too funny with this belly of yours."

Nimas answered only in annoyance.

Upon reaching the main door, they were greeted by Ms. Marissa and shortly afterwards, Mr. Malik came also to welcome Nimas.

Shaka stared at his mother's face intensely. His gaze seemed to mean that he reminded his mother who had promised him something.

"Welcome to our house back Nimas. Mama missed you. How are you?"

"Thank God I'm healthy, Ma." Nimas shook his hands.

The two were then sent to enter the house. Since then, their relationship seems to be fine. Everything goes with what Shaka expected. Although in his heart he was still hesitating, he tried to get rid of the doubt on his mother.

Time that continues to run without pause is not felt to bring Nimas into the phase where his stomach is really distended because of the age of the womb that has entered the seventh month.

Nothing has happened in the past few months. The worries and doubts that had stopped in Shaka's heart slowly disappeared. Raisa also did not appear again in their lives. Shaka had no idea what made them change so drastically and quickly. But he didn't want to think about it for too long. What matters is that everything is fine now. So he prefers to focus on Nimas and his son.

That afternoon, Nimas was engrossed in his own world. He was spending the afternoon in the room while chatting a lot with the baby who was actively kicking.

"Two months later we meet, you know. It will be a good birth, yes. The pinter, the one who was born so as not to hurt his mother."

"Yes, Mother yes. I will not trouble Mother when she is born" said Shaka into the room.

He took his footsteps to the bed where his wife was comfortably sitting on a soft mattress. Nimas' charm cannot be hidden even though she is heavily pregnant. Her bulging stomach and weight that rose were not able to make Nimas beauty reduced.

"Well, are you home, Mom? How was your day today? What's fun?" ask Nimas who lately somehow he often asked that. And Shaka's answer will always be the same.

"You're as bad as my day, it'll be nice to be home."

Yeah, that's how close they are now. They no longer hesitate to throw jokes, throw flips or anything. Their relationships and interactions are like a close friend. Yeah, just friends. To this day, none of them have expressed their feelings. Although when viewed from the behavior and treatment they have described love, in terms of the expression of words no one has come out of their mouths.

A desire of Nimas that until now could not be granted by God. I don't know, often he feels that there is something stuck and not feeling good when Shaka calls his son called the child Mother. Will he ever acknowledge this child as his own? Wouldn't he be called a father by his son later? Although Shaka's treatment seemed to show his love for the Son, he never called his son Father's son or at least our son.

At a time when that thought often arises, Nimas' logic again reminds him that he should not think about it. Everything he got he should be grateful for, not asking for more. That is why Nimas has not asked her husband this question.

"What's? Why drumming. You want to meet Dad, right? Don't loud. Later Mother has stomach pain. Slow down."

Shaka straightened his body after talking long enough with the child.

"Nimas, seven months out tomorrow, I have to get out of town. There are some jobs that require me to go there. What are you going to come with me here?"

"Here you are, Mas. There or here just as there are no friends. How long outside the city?"

"For at most one week. I'll try less than that. I'll be home from out of town, we'll be shopping for babies, yeah. Don't shop by yourself without me."

Nimas simply replied with a nod.

***

"Tante, I feel that Shaka has completely forgotten me. I don't think I'm going to wait any longer. Would I rather just walk away from her life?"

Marissa and Raisa are sitting under the roof of the same restaurant.

"Why did you give up when you came this far. In vain dong, Aunt pretended to be good to Nimas. Your time wasted Aunt's effort? Raisa, soon Shaka will be out of town in a little while. Maybe about a week. Auntie's got a plan for that."

"What else? Sure it works?"

"We don't know if we don't try. Come dong Raisa, you who are aunty spirit still hope more this loh. Said you loved Shaka, but I gave up."

"What is Aunt planning?"

Marissa told me what was on her mind. Raisa occasionally nods to signal that she understands what the woman is explaining.

After hearing the plan from Ms. Marissa, finally Raisa who had originally given up is now back the spirit to fight with Nimas.

What other plans are they planning?